Chapter 117. Dare the Mayor

Eliana

One day, a whole fucking day went by and still no news. I let those men drag me all the way back to London. To an apartment pretty close to school.

It was basically a house arrest. I wasn’t allowed to leave the apartment. There were eyes on me almost every second of the day, making sure I didn’t try to escape.

“Call your boss.” I ordered, my voice was steady, fierce.

The man closest to me raised an eyebrow in question.

“You heard me, call your boss, Mr. Garcia.”

My gaze was fierce. That was all I had left, feigned control and confidence. Giving me a quizzical look, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed my father’s number.

Stretching my hand forward, I wriggled my fingers; a quiet order. He handed me the phone right when my dad’s voice buzzed through the speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Garcia.” My voice was stiff, emotionless… way too calm.

“Eliana?”

I couldn’t tell if the tone in his voice was t